Yesterday on my way home from Assiniboia, after wrapping up my day on location for the Spring Fever Lotto, I saw something that I hadn’t seen in a long time. On the #2 highway, between Moose Jaw and Assiniboia, there was a truck pulled over on the shoulder of the road, or what passes for a shoulder. There was a man standing beside the truck with both hands in front of his waist trying to look inconspicuous. There was no hiding what this man was doing. He was relieving himself. He was doing a #1 on the #2! I guess I can be thankful those numbers weren’t reversed.

The last time I took a whiz on the side of a road was just outside of Buffalo, New York, many many years ago, and it didn’t go unnoticed. My buddy and I were halfway through our business, with his girlfriend patiently waiting in the drivers seat, when a state trooper pulled up behind us wanting to know what was going on. We explained that we were waiting to run across a gas station and we just couldn’t wait any longer, we just had to go. Fortunately, he let us go without any kind of a ticket. I still remember his parting words…”you might p*** in the ditches up in Canada, but we don’t do that down here.”

From what I saw yesterday, I realized that trooper was spot on!